Jackson didn't know why he had decided to go to Blacklight that night. He just knew he needed to get out. Things with work had started to get with him. Maybe it was a mistake signing up with Dollhouse. Maybe he should have retired instead. He didn't need the money, and the world of modeling was turning out to be a little to thrilling for him.
Still, there were a few things that were keeping him around, and one of them was drunkenly thrashing out on the dance floor.
He walked up to Derrick, putting his arms around Derrick's waist.
"You look like you're having a seizure." Jackson whispered into Derrick's ear.
"What do you care?" Derrick pulled away and moved deeper into the mass of people on the dance floor.
Jackson followed him. He knew he had hurt Derrick the last time he had talked, but he hadn't ment to. He just wasn't expecting what Derrick was proposing. Yes, Derrick never said that he wanted a relationship outloud, but it was there, in his eyes, the second Jackson had walked into Grind. It scared Jackson off.
He found Derrick, turning him so that they were face to face.
"Don't act like this." Jackson tried to hold his ground, but the bumping and grinding masses were constantly knocking him off his footing.
"May I repeat, what do you care?" Derrick's words were slurred. Someone bumped him from the side, knocking him off of his feet.
Jackson swooped in, catching Derrick before he hit the ground. He lifted him to his feet carefuly, noticing how Derrick's hands clung to his arms.
"Let's get out of here." Jackson locked eyes with Derrick.
Derrick just nodded.
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